I check my texts. No answer from Bobby. My internal panic grows more severe. It’s probably nothing. I’m just being paranoid. So he didn’t text me back when I texted him two hours ago. He’s out having fun with the guys. It was all good when he called me this morning. His not rapid-fire answering now is nothing to get all butt-hurt over. Crap, I’m probably just freaking over this because I’ve been a tight bundle of nerves since I mailed off the kinship test. Chaotic. Afraid. Regretful. And really confused. So not the reaction I expected being this close to having the proof that Alan is my dad. But then, everything has gone into the crapper since the day I mailed the test. Alan MIA for four days. I didn’t want that; to fuck with my mom’s happiness. I know he’s staying away because of that scene in the kitchen and I don’t know what to make of that. And then there’s Mom smiling in her life is wonderful way when the entire house is radiating with her internal mess. And, fuck, even Krystal is not speaking to me.
